750 words - day 13
Today was unique. More unique than usually unique? I didn't know that the things that were going to transpire today were going to transpire. Lordy, how silly is this to say. No day is ever exactly as one might imagine it'll unfold. Some days you have plans and everything falls into place as planned. But even if you could foresee with psychic acuity what was going to happen in a day, your chances of having absolute 1000 percent accuracy, well that just does not happen. Not in my experience or knowledge. And as it usually goes, the way my life is now I wake up having no plans. Any day could go a thousand different directions with many possible sidetracks along the way. Though the ways that my days unfold are pretty stable in the varieties of the way my interests and behaviors give chance to. When I woke up today, well rested and close to having memorable dreams I looked out my window and saw that my brother was working in the garden outside. I remember him saying that he would be doing that, but I just didn't know when he would. What ended up happening was that I got involved with assisting him with the work. Not something I ever really do. The gardens are his bailiwick and he does what he wants with them. This work he was doing today was in a section that he considers to be "my area", a sitting patio where I have been spending more and more time relaxing in. So it felt okay for me to be involved. Spent the better part of the afternoon helping out, and it was rather pleasant. If it had not been for this diversion, I probably would have done this afternoon what I've been doing each afternoon this week. Going out for a couple of hours long walk. The garden activity served as a replacement for my walk, and all was good.
I meditated several times today, just spontaneously without any ambition other than to just follow the urging of my heart to "go inside" when I felt called to. There are times when I feel a literal pulling of my heart energy which wants me to sit quietly and close my eyes to take regard of the inner worlds. There was one "prayer" involvement that I got active with, praying for the healing of the parent of a friend. I did not go into full "healing mode" with any intent to bring the patient back to full health, but rather just called in Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael to guard over the patient and the family members, as it felt like maybe this illness was part of this person's exit plan. The meditations I did felt like they were about "anchoring the light", this is my calling more lately than anything else. In fact, I'm doing "that" right now as we speak. I can feel the bright, thick, heavy light of heaven move down upon, into and thru me, through my body down into the crystal of this earth so that it can radiate out to the populations of the world. I feel like I'm part of a network of others that are doing "this work" too. It's just been so strong lately, the calling, the channeling and the anchoring. It brings me joy to participate in this, but it also feels like it is a big, if not THE reason I am alive right now. I had to close my eyes for a moment just now because it's coming in so strongly.
Still contemplating the embodiment of my "soul signature", I've also been thinking about how all of the identity of my life, all the distinct and separate parts of my identity are established inside my body's cells. When I picture my body as being nothing but light, pure, heavenly light and feel this light of heaven filling up the recognizable shape of my body, the light permeates all of the individual cells of my body and washes out whatever used to be considered weakness or illness. This is a revolutionary new experience for me to consider, that I can do self healing that goes that deep into my reality, and I will start to envision this more when I do healings for others. To bring the light of God into the very cellular foundation of those that feel, or consider themselves to be ill. There is only room for God to exist inside our beings. What is not God can be obliterated by visualizing God filling up all those hidden and forgotten spaces.
Comments
Thom